THE LANDSCAPE BEAUTIFUL 



The morning's purpling shadows spread along the 



mountain base, 

 While nearer mists are lifting from Winooski's 



silvery trace, 

 And spectrum clouds their hues reflect upon the 



upturned face. 



Or evening lights, with gentle touch on wood jmd 



field and farm. 

 Reveal the landscape fair and dear with every 



homely charm. 

 Where good men live and love and die free from 



the world's alarm. 



O Mansfield, firm and steadfast friend! Thy 



patience still be mine! 

 When cares afflict I'd pattern thee, my life to God 



resign. 

 With equal peace, with faith as firm, my face 



upturned like thine! 



In passing it may be worth remark that 

 the beauty of the mountain is more elusive 

 even than the beauty of the sea. The great 

 painters have caught the spirit and even 

 the movement of the ocean with some suc- 

 cess; but Orizaba and Rainier have not yet 

 been put on canvas. 



As the mountains, so the rivers. Their 

 appeal lies to the appetite for adventure, 

 to the sense of beauty and to a deeper 

 spiritual sense through which we seem to 

 be next of kin to the physical world. As 



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